I dashed forward and slashed at the goblin leaning on his spear like a cane. It seems I caught them off guard as they weren't expecting such a sudden attack, and I managed to behead 2 of them with my broken iron sword. That alerted the remaining 4, who realized what was going on and pulled out their weapons before screeching and charging at me. Three of the goblins had rusted swords while the last one had a club made of stone. I dodged the swings from 2 of them and diagonally slashed at the one to my right, but had to step back in a panic because of the arrow that nearly pierced my jugular. "Oi you little prick, just wait till I- FWIING ... Hey I wasn't done talking to you!" Now I was positively fuming because the little pricks in front of me were trying to keep me in place while the green turd in the back was shooting arrows at me while giggling like a child. I swear I'm going to tear them all a new one.
Dodging another arrow I chopped the arm off of one of the goblins swinging their swords. It let out a high pitched Kiiiigh while holding its stub with a look of pain. I took advantage and sprinted towards the archer who let loose another arrow, but was stopped by a sharp pain in my left leg. It seemed the little prick that I thought was done for sliced at my leg with his remaining arm, successfully scratching my leg. "Goddamnit! Screw you!" I sent the green guy flying a few metres away and he stopped moving, only twitching occasionally. I lost my chance to attack the archer because the other 2 had caught up to me because of the time I wasted.
I was very frustrated at this point and channelled my magic to create 3 pebble sized lumps of ice to appear, before sending them flying at the archer. "You're not the only one who has ranged attacks!" I screamed while slicing at another goblin, cutting its right side open. Two of the ice pebble bounced off of its chest, causing small bruises, but I got lucky and the third one managed to smash into the goblin's left eye. The goblin dropped its bow while clutching its left eye in pain, all the while making an annoying KIII sound. "Serves you right you green turd!". But before I could celebrate my small victory over the green turd the last two remaining goblins came swinging their swords like madmen, err madgoblin....you get the point, they came swinging like crazy.
One of them managed to nick me in the arm, but it only hit my leather armour so it didn't cause much damage. "Sorry but dinners getting cold and I'm really not the best person when I'm hungry, so I'll have to show you the exit!". I swung my sword while decapitating one of them and cutting the other through its side, leaving it bleeding all over the floor. As I was about to finish the remaining 2 goblins off I remembered that I had a Grand Necromancer skill called Mana Drain. "Might as well try it out. Here goes nothing, Mana Drain!". Immediately there was a wave of mana surging out of the remaining 2 living goblins that poured into me, but it suddenly stopped and I received a notification.
Mana is at Capacity
"The heck? That fast? If that was the case I could have machine-gunned the turds to death by spamming ice pebbles. Death by Pebbles!! Imma have to try that next ti-BLUGHGHGH"
What I failed to notice was the 3 slimes that were lurking around us while we were fighting. The second the fight was over one of them leapt at my head and proceeded to do a repeat of the previous room. This time I didn't hesitate and shoved my hand into the slime searching for the core and tore it out of the slime, effectively killing it. This wasn't the end though as a SECOND slime leapt from behind me and repeated the same god damn scene. This went on one more time after I killed the second as the third did the same freaking thing, but this time it kept moving its core inside its body, trying to prevent me from killing it. It was safe to say that my life flashed before my eyes because I nearly ran out of air. "Haah, haah, haah. I can't believe the most dangerous thing in this dungeon so far was the damn Slimes of all things...at least I secured myself some rabbit for dinner." I looked over at where the rabbit was roasting only to find a pile of severely burnt meat. It didn't even look remotely edible at this point. "My dinner...You little pricks will rue the day you got in between me and my dinner, you damn green turds!" I screamed at no one in particular while tears streamed down my face. I was very hungry and wanted some food badly.
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I tried eating one of the not so burnt pieces and started coughing and spitting everywhere. "Yeah, let's not do that ever again. That tasted disgusting." I then remembered the starter pack said something about coming with food. "Hell yeah! Time to dig in!".I was sorely disappointed with my meal because it only consisted of some very hard bread, some beef jerky, along with a bottle of infinite water. I scarfed the food down as I was starving at this point, not caring about the fact that I was sitting in the midst of several dead bodies and pools of blood, or the fact that I was inside a literal dungeon of all places.
"Whew, that hit the spot! Who knew that hard bread and beef jerky could be so damn tasty when you're starving." It then dawned on me what I just said. "Wait, the food actually made me feel full. That shouldn't be allowed." The government made it a law that all realistic body functions related to human survival could not be remade in the game, therefore food could not make you feel full, and you weren't allowed to make drugs or other similar things in a game. It was to prevent people from forgetting to eat in real life or getting addicted to drugs when their bodies hadn't even taken drugs or smoked cigarettes. I suddenly felt that something was very wrong with the current situation. The game makers wouldn't dare add in an illegal function, even as an easter egg as that would cause the game to be shut down and possibly the entire company if it was bad enough. I started to think in overdrive. "How is this possible? Did someone do this because they got fired, in order to get back at the company? What's the reason?" I decided to open my status page and other menu's to see if I could find a clue.
I then noticed something very peculiar. I had a title, which I didn't recall getting a notification for obtaining it." Reincarnator? What kind of dumb title is that? Who made the title? Is he a fantasy novel fan or something?" I opened the description and was stunned.
Reincarnator: [Status is Reset upon reincarnating, allowing you to reincarnate successfully]
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"What is this bullshit! What the hell do you mean you reset my stats to reincarnate me successfully?! WHO SAID I WANTED TO REINCARNATE AND HAVE MY STATS RESET! WHY COULDN'T YOU LEAVE ME OVERPOWERED AT LEVEL 10,000+?!?!?! Why did I listen to that damn immortal and walk through that portal?! It's been nothing but trouble ever since!"
I continued to rant on and on for around 12 minutes, and by then a couple of goblins had head over to this room, probably curious as to what the hell was screaming for so long. Unluckily for them, I was in a very bad mood and needed something to relieve my stress. What better to relieve your stress than a couple of punching bags? I stared at them with a very scary look in my eyes while walking towards them. "Looks like I found some willing participants who want to help me relieve some stress. Thanks so much for volunteering! I really appreciate it." The goblins may not be the brightest but they still noticed how scary I looked at that moment. I probably looked like a psychotic maniac that escaped from prison. They turned around and fled while screaming KII KIII KIIIIEEEEE in a panic to alert their brethren to hide or something. I didn't care and chased after them, laughing like a maniac all the while. For the next couple of hours, all you could hear was the echoing screams of terror and agony of goblins echoing throughout the cave and out in the plains. This drew the attention of several adventurers that were exploring the field for loot. Whether they were friendly or not was up to debate though.